Explorer of the abandoned future, on these very doubtful roads, the musician and artist Jeanne Susin crossed tons of divers of the marvelous limpid blue, masters of chaos tasting the poetic residues of the refinery companies, obsessive and obsessed of all kinds, misogynists, slaves of women, distraught mothers and lovers inspiring sweet and crazy songs. She knows that music is nothing but a shot she takes for herself and that vitalizes her cells, that music is nothing but the vital and violent noise of love.
On the walls of her room, she observes the dust of clarity. It will be the sensual revolution or nothing. Then she falls asleep and has a dream.